In the Canyon Lands

wandering the Valles Marineris

 

Ann K. Schwader

 

 

 

Old water, here. Old water and old voices . . .
the strata pages of some vanished river,
red grimoire now of ghosts who haunt forever
these arteries where southern weather's forces
once pumped fresh lifeblood through. Sweet holy water,
humanity's last Grail quest! In that dark
beyond our world where stars throw sterile sparks,
we listen past all reason for the spatter
of kindly molecules, life's subtle taint
upon the perfect petri universe.
Now sediment turns sentiment at last:
I read upon each layered wall I pass
the ebb and flow of seasonal reverses,
the tears of lovers lost in ancient rain.

 

 

 


Author Bio

Ann K. Schwader lives and writes in Westminster, CO. She is an active member of both SFWA and HWA. Her poems have recently appeared in Tales of the Unanticipated, The Magazine of Speculative Poetry, Icarus Ascending, Star*Line, and elsewhere.

Her Lovecraftian dark poetry collection The Worms Remember is available from Hive Press.

Ann also has a story coming out in May in The Darker Side (Roc).

Other poems by Ms. Schwader
For All the Starlost
Deep Sky Desert
In Darker Skies of Mind
Markian 348
You Know They're Watching

 

 


 

 

"In the Canyon Lands" Copyright © 2001 Ann K. Schwader. All rights reserved. First appeared in Mythic Delirium #4, Winter/Spring 2001. Reprinted by permission of the author.

 

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